Post by minty on Dec 28, 2011 2:30:44 GMT -5
Brokentail - former StormClan deputy
. . .
Your eyes can be so cruel,
Just as I can be so cruel
. . .
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Life has always been unfair, Brokentail knew that. He knew that when his sister, Flarekit, had died at only three moons of age. He knew that when he saw his mother abandoning himself and his sister when they were so young. He knew she was never coming back, and the unfairness that clung to the situation made him despise her, truthfully. The horrible deed she had blindly committed by exiling herself from their family had been a thought he had struggled with as of late. That blinded so-called love that she had felt with the thing – he did not dare to call him a father. Therefore he grew up in StormClan rather alone. None of the queens had much to do with him, anyway – a mother who abandoned him and a rogue father who had despised him – there didn’t seem a chance that this young, broken-hearted tomcat could grow up into something of value. Although he was born Blazekit, he was given the name Brokenpaw as an apprentice, a horrible tease he thought of the previous leader. In fact, he did despise her lightly for thinking ill of his situation and punishing him with such an off-setting name.
He was a rather bitter child from then onward, not that it should have surprised anyone in the Clan. Brokenpaw had kept to himself quite a lot and was rather cold and serene. He was not an approachable tom in his younger days, and it was only when he was given the mentor Thundermist that things began to change. He did not care for Thundermist, likely because the cat was the sister of the former leader, Cloudstar, who bestowed the terrible name. Thundermist, however, was different from all the other cats of the Clan – there was something eerie about the way he brushed off training to meet strange black cats. Brokenpaw soon learned the meaning of his neglected training and found himself in the center of a terrible plot. Although his mind was darkened by his childhood, he could not force himself to side with his mentor as he learned the truth of the plot – to murder their leader. How could this be fair? How could life, at all, be fair and just after learning of such horrible plans?
A terrible battle had taken place after it was revealed that they had failed and Cloudstar still lived. Regardless of the situation, Brokentail had been forced to fight on his mentor’s side against MidnightClan; he didn’t object to the violent nature of fighting, but the reasoning behind it wasn’t to his liking. In fact, upon receiving a large gash on his leg from Blossompaw, a MidnightClan apprentice, the two ceased their fighting and a bond seemed to breathe between them. With his mentor gone and Cloudstar changing Clans, Firestar became the new leader and named Brokentail as his deputy. Life seemed to change for once in a brighter fashion. After a terrible childhood and confusing adolescence, things appeared to be looking up.
As time passed, however, Brokentail had been reminded of past events and feelings. He had secretly met up with Blossomheart, now a full warrior, several times. Although such a relationship would never be permitted, he still teased himself and strung her along only to deny his true feelings and to push her away from him. This had gone on for quite some time, but the past few days had become rather brutal to his mind. There was an aching in his heart and his head as he walked through the camp. Cats mingled here and there, doing daily duties, and offered him kind words and the such. Lately, it appeared as though such tendencies were forced, and Brokentail swore he saw an odd emotion in the warriors’ eyes. A fear swept through him stronger than any other emotion. Firestar had been absent much of late, and it would have appeared as though he may soon be passing away. This would mean Brokentail would be the next leader – or possibly their next target.
He did not waste much time in snooping out the cats in camp. Yesterday, Brokentail had yelled at a clutter of apprentices rudely when he saw them coupling up suspiciously. His eyes appeared to be turning wild, and his paranoia was unnerving. He had once witnessed the execution of a cat holding higher power, and he only had one life to protect himself if they planned on sacking him as well. His paranoia crept slowly through his veins and his thoughts became only worries and imaginings of terrible situations. Perhaps, Firestar had chosen him as deputy as a joke – he wanted him to be murdered just like Thundermist and Cloudstar. No one really cared for him since he was a kitten – maybe this was their payback for having to raise him as one of their Clan? Though these thoughts were wild, Brokentail couldn’t help but wonder and worry at every moment of the day. It soon became difficult for the tom to make his rounds in camp, and he often isolated himself to his den to watch passerby’s. Cats began to talk of his odd behavior, but he only thought of them as traitors. Finally, he had blown.
It was nearing dusk and the sunlight of day was fading behind the wisps of clouds left in the sky. Cats were nearby, sharing tongues and basking as they ate their meals. The brown tabby tomcat watched them steadily as his heart began to increase, his mouth drying out as he made his way cautiously out into the open. Blind, blood-shot eyes stared around the camp in suspicion as a low growl rumbled in his throat. Life had never been fair to him, so why should it have changed now? Life had never been good to him – it had turned its back on him as a young kitten. It was finally his own chance to turn his back on life and do what he would never have imagined. He needed to set himself free.
“Heh, look at you all there – sitting and plotting just like Thundermist had done in his time, just like Cloudstar had when I was born. Oh yes, I see the way that you all have been watching me as of late,” he began, a sinister almost cackling tone to his voice. “You’ve thought me odd, but, you see, I am one step in front of you! You think because Firestar is gone that you can murder me like Thundermist and take power? Well, kudos to you all! Very well played!”
There was an odd sneer in his voice as he stared around, almost as if he wished her could clap for them. He began to pace back and forth, as if attempting to shake off his nerves, never letting his eyes scatter from the group of dumb-founded cats.
“You see – there’s no need to do any of that. I’m at my limit and I quit – I am not longer your deputy, StormClan, StarClan be my witness! And I pray to StarClan for your sake, that you will not finish Firestar as well!” he spat slightly as he renounced his title rather bitterly. His eyes glanced around the clearing, mostly finding speechless cats.
From a normal cat’s perspective, Brokentail had been acting odd the past moon and it was a shock to hear him step down. However, from Broken’s perspective it made perfect sense. He had seen cats killed before because of a position of power, and he wasn’t going to waste his life just to have such a position.
There was an odd feeling flowing through his body as he announced his plan to the whole crowd of gathered cats. A part of him seemed to shiver and then settle down – the paranoia was slowly draining out of him, but the worry slightly remained. If he was going this far to fight against life and destiny then he knew he had to go the extra step. He needed to talk to Blossomheart and soon.
O O C . if you didn't read it all, in short: broken thought cats were plotting against him so he gave up being stormclan's deputy; he's also a tad crazy at the moment, teehee. :'')
anyone can try to talk to him, if they want to (remember, he's very paranoid at the moment, lolz), but if no one posts I'll just have him run off and try to find blossom. :D
